you went out to do some shopping on your own, since almost none of your clothes fit you anymore. you went to the city mall, looking out for anything that could catch your eye. you leaned closer to a shop window, looking at some pants.

suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder “Heyyy cutie! are you seriously looking at these, like, old rags? i need to, like, take you to do some shopping ASAP! it’ll be lost do fun, trust me!” it was Sariel, a girl you met a few months ago when you moved to Tokyo. you don’t like her very much, but don’t hate her neither